Sometimes the things we do speak so loudly I can't hear what we're saying.
Maybe a little louder for the people in the back.
-bill kenny
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
Sometimes the things we do speak so loudly I can't hear what we're saying.
It's amazing how a religious devotion, a commemoration, and remembrance, really, evolved into an all-the-candy-you-can-eat-without-barfi...
 
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